“Huh?” I muttered as I stared at the ceiling, my eyes already trying to close.
“She’s been asleep for a little while. I don’t think she’s waking up.”
“Thank god for that.”
“Will you look over here already?”
I turned in time to see Harlow. He wore nothing except a pair of lacy red and black panties I’d brought him and a pair of sleek black heels with red bottoms. Hair covered one of his eyes as he grinned at me.
“I was thinking you might want to bend over and let me eat your ass,” he purred.
Fuck. I forgot how to speak as I stared at him. Harlow’s hips swayed as he came over to the bed and climbed in beside me. Lips brushed over mine as his hands explored every inch of my chest.
“Is that a yes?” he whispered against my ear.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned.
“Then roll over.”
I shook my head. “No way. Climb on top. I want to taste you too.”
Harlow happily swung his legs over. I slipped his cock free from his panties and buried it in my mouth. As Harlow moaned, I felt the pride rise in my chest. I was getting better and better at this. My tongue worked over his flesh. I pushed his panties to the side, ran my fingers over his hole, and teased it with the tip of my finger. Harlow rolled his hips, desperately trying to sink further into my mouth. I gagged around his cock, but held him there. I didn’t give a damn if I died; I wanted it.
Wet warmth dove into my ass. I clenched around it as my pleasure grew. Even just getting a taste of Harlow was amazing, but I was dying for more. I wanted him on my cock, riding me while he stared down. I wanted him on his stomach and his ass shoved up into the air as he begged for more. Surprisingly, I couldn’t get enough of my husband.Never thought I would say that.
“Benito, please,” he begged.
I removed his cock from my mouth and tossed him into the middle of the bed. As soon as he was underneath me, I shoved my cock inside. I had already felt the lube he’d prepared himself with. No need to hold back when I could have him exactly the way I wanted.
“Harder,” Harlow whispered as his nails scraped over my flesh. “Come on, fuck me harder, or I’ll be pissed off.”
I laughed. “Maybe I’ll go slower,” I teased as I rolled my hips slowly, taking my time. “Both ways, you end up coming on my cock, baby.”
“Asshole,” he hissed, but it ended in a moan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You’d better love it. It’s the only dick you’re ever going to have again.”
“Then you better fuck me a whole lot more,” he said as he gazed up at me with lust-filled eyes. “Come on, don’t hold b-back! Shit!”
I grinned after I slammed into him. Harlow’s eyes rolled back, his body shaking as he rocked on my cock. I gave into the desperation and joined his movements. Our lips pressed together, tongues fighting back and forth as heat climbed up my spine. My cock twitched as I filled his ass with my cum.
“Fuck, I love marking your insides,” I groaned. “Mine.”
I bit his lip right before Harlow came so hard he cried out. Quickly, I slapped a hand over his mouth to keep the noise down. He held my wrist, pressing my hand against his face harder as he unleashed every bit of pent-up frustration he’d been dealing with since we’d taken Emica in. Finally, we were able to carve out a little time for ourselves.
Panting, I laid on top of Harlow as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I left a kiss on his jaw.
“Finally,” I groaned.
“You can say that again.” Harlow grabbed me more tightly as I tried to move. “If you come out of me right now, I’ll murder you.”
“Always so violent,” I grunted. “Fine, we can stay like this for a while longer.”
Harlow and I curled up together. Carefully, he toed his shoes off before I dragged the blanket up the length of our bodies. I watched as Harlow’s eyes grew heavy. Even as he fought sleep, he smiled, but he was inevitably losing the battle.
He’s perfect. Insane but perfect. I could stare at him forever.
“Yo! Anybody home or what?”